Adelisa rolled her eyes at his joke and giggled softly, not taking any offense to the joke. "If only you knew. Let's just say, you were not the only one having a go at some rogues." She stood to her feet and nodded. "I hope that my doing so wouldn't be a bad gesture on my part, but as you can tell I'll take what I can get." She did a little mock curtsey and said "pleasure doing business with you, sir" before following a woman guiding her to the bathroom upstairs. As she climbed the stairs she heard the woman say "do you have any clothes with you?" Adelisa almost giggled at that, but shook her head instead. "No, my clothes are gone. These are the only things I have left." 

The woman nodded and said "well, since you are helping Sir Alistair, I think I can give you something of mine. Do you like dresses?" Adelisa laughed. Hard. The waitress smiled and said "well, that answered my question. I'll just give you some jeans and a t-shirt." Adelisa slowly stopped laughing and said softly "thank you." The waitress shook her head and said "do not get used to it. Once this is over with, you will not come back. Expect it." Adelisa smiled wider. "Trust me, I do expect it." The woman gave her a weird look as they stopped in the hallway in front of a door, the waitress opening it. 

Adelisa entered the bathroom and shut the door, locking it out of instinct of distrust. She stripped down and turned the shower on, smiling when as the water slowly turned warm on her hand. She dared not look into the mirror. She hated mirrors. She stepped into the shower with a soft smile. She looked down as the waste washed off of her, turning the water pitch black. She heard the door knob move and she heard a female voice say "I have your clothes, no need to lock the door." Adelisa stepped out and unlocked the door, quickly jumping back into the shower before the woman saw. 

She waited until the woman left for her wash her hair and step out. She noticed a soft blue tank top, a pair of black jeans, socks, and a towel. She looked at the tank top with wide eyes. That... [i]exposed[/i] too much. Her arms were filled with scars, two large ones on each arm; so why would she want to wear it? [i]I have nothing else...[/i] she thought. She slipped into the clothes with hesitance and then looked into the mirror. Her hair, unable to be cut, went all the way down to the lower parts of her thighs, was shiny and clean. Her skin was clear of dirt and her scars litered her pale skin. She sighed defeatedly.